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HouseOfHarold

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HouseOfHarold -  Dominant Couple, Fresno California | BDSM Profile on Collarspace

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About HouseOfHarold




Alright so you've figured out that either you can't get a job or you simply hate working. Its alright. Many have bought into the lie that "Growing up and adulting" is just something EVERYONE does. But you either hate it, or you keep failing at it, or both. Its okay. Forget the lie you've been told and know that being a person isn't for everyone. Some of you were meant just to be pets.
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You know you're not that smart and it bothers you. You tell everyone that no, you aren't dumb, but deep down you know its a lie and you don't want to be found out. You blame it on "imposters syndrome". But everyone feels like that, right? No, they don't.
However there are things you can do. Like a pet, you can be trained.
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Einstein put it best. "Everyone is a genius. But if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will live its whole life believing that it is stupid."
So, adulting isn't for you. Having a job, paying bills, getting an education, remembering to eat 3 times a day and drink water isn't for you.
The idea of doing this for the rest of your life is an overwhelming feeling for you.
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But you can cook and you can clean. You can suck dick, you can lick pussy. You can be taught how to serve.
You can have someone setting your schedule, when to eat, drink, and exercise. You don't want that responsibility for yourself, you want someone else to take over your life and adult for you. You want to be rewarded when you serve well, punished when you fail, taught how to grow as someone's property and never have to wonder where you stand.
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You don't want to stand with your chin up, you want to kneel with your eyes lowered.
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Come with me.







The Harem Bitch

People have been asking rather pointed questions about the dynamics of my lifestyle. Tonight we talk about the bitch. Now it needs to be said that while I'm describing a particular event, this happens all the time in many different ways.

The room is dark and there's a fan going. In the middle of the room is my massive 4 poster bed (beautiful to look at, bad for bondage), and beside that on the floor is a small thin mattress. On that mattress is a girl who's been hogtied with soft silk scarves. This one I've named bambi. She's blindfolded, and the fan generates enough noise that she can't hear what?s going on in the next room. Being the bitch of my harem, she's used to this and waits patiently for whatever I have planned.

On the other side of the bedroom door the scene is quite different. It?s brightly lit, my other slaves are laughing, a movie is playing, and puppy (my jewel) is snuggled up next to my feet on her dog bed. I lean down and whisper instructions into her ear, and she grins ear to ear. "Yes Master!" she says as she pops up, startling her 'sisters'. They look at me for an explanation, which I don't give. I own them, I don't need to explain. Plus they'll have their fun shortly.

Puppy slips into the dark bedroom. Wandering over to bambi, she orders her to roll over. My puppy can be a bit of a sadist when allowed, so she relishes watching this girl struggle to get into the position she was told to. Bambi complies quickly, and before she can get completely settled puppy suddenly drops into a squat onto bambi's face and grabs a fistful of bambi's hair, forcing her face into puppy's pussy. Bambi lets out a noise of surprise, but knowing her place, obediently begins to lick. She's come a long way from when I got her. When I first found bambi, the only pussy she'd ever seen was her own. Now as puppy rides her face, gyrating down, bambi expertly licks and flicks, suckles and tongues. Puppy's moans grow loud enough to be heard from the living room, bambi's hands struggle against the scarves binding them to her ankles involuntarily. Finally, I hear screams mixed with barking, the noises puppy makes when she cums, and all is quiet. I smile at the rest of my little harem, their eyes now fixed on me in a "IS IT MY TURN YET?!" sort of way. Then the moans from the bedroom begin again. Poor little bambi is going to make each of my group cum twice tonight.... After more barking and screaming, a sweaty, beaming, smiling puppy turns up in the doorway. "thank you master!" she says with excitement.

Kitten goes in next, followed by princess, their moans and screams echoing as they take their turns on bambi, each one of them appearing in the doorway with that same satisfied, excited smile.

But we can't forget about the poor bitch, now can we?

Puppy goes back in first now wearing her strapon. These things aren't your normal dildo on a harness, I got the good gspot kind. Bambi, still blindfolded and still in the dark is rolled onto her stomach with her ass high in the air. It needs to be said that puppy LOVES her strapon. She LOVES the power it gives her over the other girl, and the shriek that comes out of bambi that I hear all the way from my comfy chair tells me that puppy is definitely enjoying it tonight. The bitch is a very vocal girl, and my puppy is pounding her with some power. Given permission to let bambi cum once, puppy draws it out, edging her, making her beg, then denying her before starting over again. After about 15 minutes, you hear puppy yelling at the "dumb lesbian slut" to cum. Above puppy's shouting degrading comments, you hear a desperate scream from bambi, followed by silence.

Kitten starts to bounce at my feet with excitement, now wearing her strapon, and puppy appears in the doorway again wearing an evil smile. Ah, that girl. As I draw princess's face into my lap to suck my cock, I send kitten in. Kitten uses a little more finesse than puppy. My kitten is naturally bi and enjoys the sensuality of fucking bambi. You hear a much more skillful approach, rather than the raw power puppy used, and bambi's moans raise and lower accordingly. Eventually, bambi is allowed to cum, and kitten lays with her for just a minute. It isn't time for aftercare yet, but I allow her to comfort the bitch for a moment.

Princess's mouth is replaced on my dick by puppy's, and I send her in. Princess, like puppy, isn't bi. But she loves the power she feels when dominating with a strapon. Her approach is purely mechanical. Hard, but not too hard, and unrelenting. Bambi begs to cum and is repeatedly told no, but princess's thrusts don't change. Wham, wham, wham, wham, over and over and over and over. Desperation creeps into bambi's voice, princess just holds her look of intense concentration. More begging from bambi, more denial from princess. Then finally after an eternity princess calmly says "Okay do it", and bambi lets out another scream as a powerful orgasm washes over her. Princess, very matter of factly, simply stands up and walks off, ripping the strapon out of bambi as she goes.

Bambi just lays there panting and recovering for a few minutes, before she feels my very familiar footsteps. I'm 6'4, 260lbs. Its easy to tell my footsteps apart. I have large hands that wrap around the back of her head and grip a massive handful of hair. She gives a small yelp as she's hauled to her knees but opens her mouth as wide as she can. I remove her blindfold and look down into her blue eyes. I can tell in the very dim light that she's begging me to be gentle.....Its almost like she knows what's coming. I love to hear her choke, shoving my cock into her throat repeatedly, giving her a moment to recover, then fucking her face more. Her eyes are squeezed tight shut, the sounds of her struggling echoing out into the living room where my bitches bask in the noises. My thrusts grow faster, her gasps and chokes become louder before finally i shove my balls all the way up to her chin, her nose buried in the skin above my dick, and release down her throat. When she begins to retch, I let her fall to the ground. She pants and composes herself, laying on that little mattress, and I gently begin removing the scarves. she lays there limply for a moment as I gather her up into my bed, before she throws her arms around me and buries her face in my chest. "you're a good girl, you did well" I croon in her ear, and she buries deeper.

After she's recovered, she spends the rest of the evening out in the living room with her sisters. They've showered her, gotten her freshened up, and she's snuggling with one, then the other, crawling back and forth like a pet with a big family. She has a huge smile on her face, and is loving the attention.

So, what exactly IS a bitch and how do they wind up here? Excellent question. So glad you asked.

Contrary to popular opinion, being the bitch isn't simply the starting point in my harem. Put quite simply, a bitch born to be a slave. When I say that, I mean they really haven't gone anywhere in life. Failure after failure in relationships, dead end jobs. This particular girl couldn't hold a job because "mean customers made her cry". Kitten and princess are both gainfully employed as managers. Puppy manages my schedule and manages my harem (more on that in another article). Bitches are the girls who are always one paycheck away from starvation, and one angry relative away from living on the street. In me they find a place where they don't need to be strong, they simply need to serve.

Sooo they're the house pets. No job necessary, their days are full of domestic chores. Cleaning, doing their sisters laundry, taking tasks and directions.

They are trained for sex and sexual activities to be the center of their lives. While we all love sex, it isn't the center of our lives. I have my businesses, kitten has work and

Collaring
It's come to my attention that a lot of Dom's don't have any formal collaring ceremony and tend to awkwardly wing it. There's nothing wrong with that, we all started somewhere. I'm writing this for those Dom's who need a "Step 1" since you can't exactly go to chatgpt and ask for this. This comes after vetting, after ensuring compatibility and establishing limits.
Couple things to know about my dynamic before we go further.
First, every girl has their "enterance name". Something simple like little one or pretty girl, generic.
Then this is when they get both their collar and their slave name. In this case the girl is going from "pretty girl" to "princess".
I begin:
The room is dim, but there are a few candles lit, casting a glow.
The applicant (as I call the new girls) kneels next to Puppy, jewel of my harem, which is a mix between a den mother and a mother superior.
I slowly settle into my chair across the room from those two and look directly at the new girl who instinctively lowers her eyes, but lets out the slightest hint of a smile.
"Lower your forehead to the floor, and begin crawling towards me," I tell her before she slowly obeys.
I begin to recite as she crawls towards me and away from puppy:
"For as long as man has walked beside animals he has used collars for a simple reason: To mark his possessions. To control them via means of a leash or just holding the collar.
To show that they belong to someone.
A collar tells others that this one is not stray, or unclaimed.
A collar says something. Pride. Identity. Belonging.
But above all that? It shows you are owned."
I then reach down, and wrap the collar around her throat. she still hasn't looked up, her forehead still pressed to the floor. I gently lift her chin and smile, and look into her eyes.
"Hello, pretty girl. My name is Master, and yours is Princess"
Usually there's a soft "hi" and a smile.
What you do after this is completely up to you, but I usually turn my personality all the way back on and say something akin to "OK get your ass over here" and wrap her up in a bear hug.
Couple notes:
I paced myself, matching my cadence to her speed and being careful to finish as she approached. If need be take a moment to tell her to slow down or speed up. Do so with swiftness and command. Something like
"I'm sure your more eager to receive your collar than that. you can move a little faster." or
"This isnt a race, you will slow down, breathe."
I maintain a strict "sir" only name until this point. I am a random dom, therefore I am sir. Its only after she's collared that its official and she can call me Master, Daddy, or whatever was decided upon. The name she was gonna call me was established long ago. I've got a whole post called "Whats in a name?".
Take this, modify it to your own needs, critique it, and enjoy.

Women, dogs, and toys. 

Women deserve to be treated like dogs and toys.

Ok hear me out on this one before you light your torches and get your pitchforks. 

 

So, think about this: is your dog abused? Is the dog of any man you'd choose abused? No...? Ok what about his Xbox? PlayStation? Wii? Any abuse there? No? Ok next point (keep reading).

 

Does his dog have a comfortable life? Does he go out of his way to get decent food, toys, a comfortable place to sleep? 

 

If his gaming system ever has issues, is he quick to tend to it? Always buying it accessories and new things to play on it? 

 

And are his dog or gaming system expected to buy anything on their own, or does he provide it all for them?

 

Lastly, how much time does he give to both? How involved is he on a daily basis with them? 

 

If more Doms viewed their slaves as beloved pets and toys instead of a kinky partner, we would have far fewer abused, neglected, and used subs. If Dom's treated them like his dog or Xbox, there would be so many more happy, satisfied, and secure subs.

Those striking blue eyes gazed up at me, filled with worry. I had just finished an in-depth discussion about one of my business endeavors with her sister, who had offered her insights. As soon as "puppy" left the room, this one rushed in, knelt at my feet, and wrapped her arms around one of my legs. Both of these girls are my property, collared and devoted. One calls me Master, and the one looking at me with such concern calls me Daddy.

"Daddy," she started, her voice trembling slightly, "you always talk to puppy about work and projaspects, but never to me..."

I knew what she was getting at. This wasn't about changing my behavior, but about reassuring her of her value and role.

"Well, sweetheart," I replied, choosing my words with care, "do you think you'd understand what I was talking about if I included you in these discussions?"

She paused, then nodded slowly. "I think I would, Daddy. I mean, I'd try!"

I smiled gently. "Little princess, you could try as hard as you want, but you wouldn't be fulfilled by it. You're comparing yourself to your sister, and that's not fair to either of you."

Einstein had a quote that fit this situation perfectly:
"Everyone is a genius, but if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will spend its whole life believing that it is stupid."

She wasn't particularly intellectually inclined, and that was okay. Her role in my life wasn't about deep conversations or business strategies. She was my companion, a soft and warm presence for cuddling or holding hands. She was my background noise, chatting about coloring, makeup, and other girly topics while I listened with a smile. She was there to please me, happily using her body to relieve my stresses and desires. But business wasn't her forte, and I wasn't about to force her into something she wasn't suited for.

Some might say I'm limiting her by encouraging her to stay in her lane, but let me give you another example.

I'm fascinated by astronomy. The planets, stars, and moons, the chaos and order of it all. I enjoy listening to Neil deGrasse Tyson talk about gravity and watching old Carl Sagan videos. But that's where my interest ends. I wouldn't be happy trying to comprehend the deeper complexities of space. I'm content running my businesses and enjoying my harem. That's enough for me.

Reassured, the little one returned to her chatter, nuzzling and kissing me softly. She didn't need to understand the intricacies of my work; she just needed to be the little girl she always wanted to be. Soft, warm, cuddly, and secure in her place.

Everyone is a genius, but if you judge a fish by its ability to climb a tree, it will spend its whole life believing that it is stupid.

It would seem to me that if you're going to be mean to everyone you meet and call it "honesty" or "straight shooting" then you deserve the relationship status you've found yourself in. 

The old saying goes: Honesty without compassion is cruelty. This rings true no matter how a narcissist will rationalize it. 

What's in a name?

Obligatory attention getting headline: Every time you say your Dom's name, you reinforce everything he is to you.

I've been in this life for a long time now. I've been called many things, from Master/Daddy to everything else under the sun. What you call your Dom isn't just a cute pet name, it reinforces what he is to you every time you say it. Each name means something different, and when you use it, you’re shaping the dynamic between you and your owner. So here's what these names mean both to you, and to Them.

 
Sir

Lets start with the basics. Here is how and when to use your Dom's name: - Yes, Sir - No, Sir - Please, Sir - Thank you, Sir - Sorry, Sir - Sir, may i... Sir is an honorary given to any random Dom out of respect to the position, not necessarily the person. Should the individual in the Dom position lose your respect, you may stop referring to him with that honorary title. The respect must be lost though, saying "it must be earned" is no excuse.

While some, after collaring, choose to keep calling their Dom "Sir", most choose a new title that more clearly emphasizes their relationship roles.

 
Master

When you call your owner Master, you’re telling him you want to feel possessed, controlled, and kept. It’s the title you choose to call your owner when surrender is what you crave, handing yourself over fully and feeling the thrill of being someone else's prized possession.

 
Daddy

When you call your owner Daddy, you’re asking for more than just authority. you’re asking for safety, nurturing, and guidance. It’s discipline wrapped in comfort. You’re saying, “I’m yours, but I’m also protected.” For many, that mix of strength and softness is exactly what they need. There’s often a paternal craving behind it too, which is nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about. Embrace your desire to be cared for, corrected, and cherished the way only a protective father could.

 
my Lord

When you call your owner my Lord, you’re putting him above you. Not just as your Dominant, but as someone you revere. It’s about hierarchy, about structure, about finding peace in knowing your place beneath his dominion. It’s old-fashioned, sure, but it carries a kind of ritual weight that can be deeply grounding.

 
Sire

When you call your owner Sire, you’re giving him the tone of nobility, but it’s not quite the same as My Lord. My Lord is reverent, almost worshipful; it places him above you in a way that feels ceremonial, tied to the safety you find in his dominion. Sire, on the other hand, leans heavier into command and authority. It’s the word subjaspects would use for a king, not just a nobleman, but the one who rules, whose word carries absolute weight. Where My Lord can feel romantic or devotional, Sire feels sharper, more commanding. Saying it is like kneeling at the foot of the throne and swearing loyalty, not just offering service.

 
Mister (Lastname)

When you call your owner Mr. , you’re looking at him as a figure of moral authority. It’s like the strict teacher who praises when you do well and corraspects you when you don’t. You live for his approval, and you fear his disappointment. Punishment becomes penance; obedience becomes devotion.

 
Vicar

When you call your owner Vicar, you’re placing him in the role of a guide, someone who leads you not just with rules, but with care. It’s a name that carries a sacred weight. Correction feels like absolution, rules feel like doctrine, and obedience becomes something almost holy. You’re not just following him, you’re finding both forgiveness and salvation through him.

 
Maestro

This is usually for the more latin-oriented as Maestro is a Spanish name. The slave who called me this was a beautiful Nicaraguan who I had named "bonita". When you call your owner Maestro, you’re seeing him not just as someone in control, but as someone creating something with that control. Maestron litterally translates to "Teacher", but think conductor, artist, master craftsman. Think of yourself as a blank canvas, and your owner as the one who will shape you.

 

Every name you choose carries weight:

  • Sir is about respect, and the starting point before a deeper title is chosen.
  • Master is about possession.
  • Daddy is about protection and nurturing.
  • My Lord is about reverence.
  • Sire is about command, your loyalty sworn to a ruler whose word is absolute.
  • Mr. Lastname is about moral authority.

I'm sorry but I seriously demand voice and (non nude) photo verification. I am so God awful sick and tired of men posing as women to try and get photos of my girls, talk dirty, and other complete wastes of my time. And no, boys, the usual trick of taking a pic with another pic won't work on me. 

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